grabbed their backpacks and followed her to the porch. She reached her door about the same time as Alecâs opened and he stepped outside.
Dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a navy T-shirt, he nodded at her and flashed a quick smile. But the moment he caught sight of the boys, the smile disappeared under the weight of his puckered brows. Lines bracketed his thin lips.
Sarah smiled. âHey, Alec. You remember Daniel and Toby, right? From the summer outreach program?â
Nodding, Alec thrust his hands in his pockets. âBoys.â
âMr. Seaver.â Daniel lifted a hand in greeting.
âA word, Sarah?â
âSure, no problem.â She turned and handed Daniel her set of keys. âHey, guys, give us a minute, will you? Head upstairs and make yourselves at home. There are cold drinks in the fridge. Iâll order pizza as soon as Iâm done talking with Alec.â
Daniel studied them a minute, then reached for the keys. Neither said a word as they took the stairs two at a time. Once they unlocked the door and let themselves inside, she steeled her spine and faced Alec. âWhatâs up?â
With his back pressed against the porch railing, he folded his arms over his chest and crossed his ankles. The intensity of his stare made her want to squirm, but she refused to be intimidated. The boys needed her today, and it was only temporary.
Sliding her sunglasses to the top of her head, she kept her tone casual, repeating, âYou wanted a word?â
He nodded toward her closed door. âWhat are they doing here?â
âTheir grandma fell off a chair and broke a hip. Daniel called me from the hospital, very upset.â
âSo why are they here?â
âSheâs their sole caregiver, so I brought them home with me. With her permission, of course. Theyâre tired, so theyâre spending the night here to get some rest since I have stuff to do to prep for tomorrowâs cooking lesson.â
âNo.â
âNo, what?â
âNo, the boys arenât staying here.â Even though Alec didnât raise his voice, the âmy word is finalâ tone in his voice set her teeth on edge.
Pausing a second to school her tone, she shot him a direct look that showed she refused to back down. âYes, they are. They have nowhere else to go. Theyâre minors.â
âWhat about CYS?â
She tossed her arms up. âChildren and Youth? Seriously? Whereâs your heart?â
Alecâs eyes narrowed. âYour lease states no one else is allowed to live here without prior permission from the landlord, which is me, in case youâve forgotten.â
âOf course not, but youâre being a little ridiculous, donât you think?â
âMy house, my rules.â
âWow, total high-school flashback. Have some compassion, Alec. Itâs not like I tried to sneak them in or anything. Those boys have gone through a lot. They lost both parents in a car accident over Christmas and left everything they knew to move up here to Shelby Lake to live with their grandma. Nancyâs been working hard to help them adjust. Theyâre good kids. Theyâve been a part of our churchâs youth group since theyâve moved here. They need someone they can trust, and thatâs me.â
She touched his arm. He tensed. Sarah dropped her hand to her side. âListen, I know you dislike teenagers, but they are good boys, and itâs only for tonight. Tomorrow weâll know more about whatâs going on with Nancy. Then, if need be, Iâll stay at their place until she comes home. Or if it really stresses you out that much, Iâll grab a few things and then head back to their place tonight.â
Alec ground his jaw and looked over her shoulder. Even though he hadnât changed positions, he remained totally wound. âI donât like it.â
âI didnât ask you to. Theyâre teenagers, Alecânot